I imagined him leading me
To the entranceway
Into his bedroom
Turning on the stereo system
To play an array of slow jams
Then switching off the lights
And lighting a candle
To stimulate the scene

We romantically dance
To the musical drumbeat
Surfacing the air
Liquid dreams drifting up
As we exhilaratingly touch
And hypnotically hug

We kiss at a slow pace
Feeling the static spark
From our lips, the accelerating
Heat that grips greatly to our hips
The way we salaciously
Speak to each other
Steady amplifying the mood
We end up naked on the silken
White bedsheets, our flesh
Dancing in the dark
Our moans turning the scene
Into sweet, creamy dreaminess
That steams our kingdoms
The more we go at it again and again